Fearless Warrior Quotes

The brave man is not the one who has no fears, he is the one who triumphs over his fears.

The sight of a coward's blood can never make a warrior tremble.

A warrior of light knows that certain impossible battles are worth fighting and so he/she is not afraid of being disappointed, knowing the power of his/her love.

The warrior is not afraid of space

An utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.

Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.

Courage is the best slayer - courage which attacketh, for in every attack there is the sound of triumph.

I'm crazy enough to believe that maybe I'll never lose a fight.

A warrior never worries about his fear.

Now, Mr. Great-heart was a strong man, so he was not afraid of a lion.

Whatever thing men call great, look for it in Joan of Arc, and there you will find it.

Untroubled, scornful, outrageous - that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman and never loves anyone but a warrior.

He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!

It is the hero alone, not the coward, who has liberation within his easy reach.

The amateur believes he must first overcome his fear; then he can do his work. The professional knows that fear can never be overcome. He knows there is no such thing as a fearless warrior or a dread-free artist.

The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.

Who is the brave man--he who feels no fear? If so, then bravery is but a polite term for a mind devoid of rationality and imagination.

I am she who lifts the mountains When she goes to hunt, Who wears mamba for a headband And a lion for a belt. Beware! I swallow elephants whole And pick my teeth with rhinoceros horns, I drink up rivers to get at the hippos. Let them hear my words! Nhamo is coming And her hunger is great. I am she who tosses trees Instead of spears. The ostrich is my pillow And the elephant is my footstool! I am Nhamo Who makes the river my highway And sends crocodiles scurrying into the reeds!

The baresark loses all fear; his method is all-out attack, and invariably he takes his opponent with him even if he falls.

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.